Roger's Academy for the Unknown [RP]

DD once more flickered his eyes between the pair of students, grinning still, taking a long draw from the cigarette, the smoke forming twin trails as he released it through his nostrils with a snort. He had expected this from Helena, he really did. Even the tapping the snakes nose. Of course it got Helena a light headbump back from the snake before it wrapped a loop around her in a faint hug before just resting its head in her shoulder.





"Watch out, Hel, she's pregnant and tetchier than usual. Almost snapped at me a few times. Kid, Helena was giving you an out, you should have taken it. If you have a note excusing you from most activities, it apparently doesn't include painting on the walls, else you wouldn't have done it and gotten caught doing it. It means note or no, you have the ability to do it, and it will be your punishment."





He walked and settle down on one of the tables, pointing at two chairs before him, expecting them both to sit. He was going to be forced to actually give the pair a lecture it seems. Damballah released Helena as he pointed, sliding over, curling a few times around DD and resting its head in his lap, getting his head stroked and petted.





"There's a pair of you now, and you seem to think that all the buildings need a new coat of paint. If your new friend had been smart enough to run, I might have actually taken you up on that offer, but since there's two of you, small room of paint or not, you both have to do the negotiation of punishment."





His teeth exposed in a grin, a twinkle in his eyes. He was serious and Helena would know it. She had negotiated with him a few times, and knew better than most that DD was a decent guy, actually willing to listen and chat and even worked besides people when he punished them with doing his job with him.





"Now both of you sit down so we can work out what your punishment will actually end up being, so I can get back to the meeting. Flynne has been given science as well as shop, Helena, so you might be in for a rough enough year without me protecting you. Carmen wanted it to bust you guys."


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"Every event will hold an edge for someone. I'd suggest not doing the robot idea. I don't bother teaching remote controlled robotics until the second year here. So that's what? Half the school out of the running?"


Flynne would smile at Mitch when he said the idea was to keep casualties at a minimum. He did try to keep casualties to a minimum, mostly by trying to make students realize that if they do stupid things when he has said not to, then they get hurt. It was mostly successful.


"Healthy and happy is all well and good, but we shouldn't coddle them to the point where, for example, they don't learn anything by being kept in a fluffy pink cloud of having everything handed to them. They need some experiences to keep them moving forward in life and wrapping their brains around it to learn. Generally I tell people not to mix two chemicals, they'll do it anyway, next thing you know, I'm opening the trapdoor in the roof to let the mustard gas out."


A shrug. He had spent a few lifetimes dealing with students who thought they knew better than him. It didn't change year by year, except the got more arrogant and cocky.


"Which in the end means more overtime for you, yes. But I can't recall the last actual nonteacher fatality in science. Shop is another story. Some little bastard always plays around and next thing you know they're coming to you with a severed finger or two."


He always gave the standard safety lecture in shop at the beginning of the year, even go so far as to demonstrate why the rules were there. He always reminded students of the inherent dangers before experimenting in science, as well. He was demanding as a teacher, and a complete hardarse, but it was because his classes were dangerous if students screwed around in them.


Besides, most of the science teacher related fatalities were his fault. He was proud of that fact.


"But it doesn't mean a little.... shall we say excitement in the games would hurt them. Hell, make it a team based scavenger hunt. That way you can also get the corpsestealer's naga search in it."
 
Carmen sat up some when Mitch hurt himself looking a touch worried. “Be careful, we can’t have our only doctor on hand out of commission . . . at least not so soon. Can you see if I had to have one of the others help fill in for you? The whole school would be doomed for sure.” She watched Mitch worried only for Flynne to distract her and bring a smile and laugh back to her lips. He always was going to be the difficult one in that way.


“Okay, so some sort of physical event, a science or event of the minds, a scavenger hunt, a naga hunt . . . and the prize is they get to have a four day trip to an amusement park getting off two days of schools of course with the knowledge that they have to make up the work.” That so far at least seemed a little safe, she could have Flynne decide what the science event would be and DD or Mich pick the physical one as long as it wasn’t something silly like out running something dangerous . . . or swimming for that matter.


Now to figure who would be in charge of the other events and her eyes went slowly to the new teachers as if to ask him if he had anything else to add. Not that he could see her. “Any volunteers to host any of the events?” Sure she had in mind who would be best but who knows maybe she wouldn’t have to talk them into it. “Oh, and who wants to play babysitter for the winners?”
 
"I know," Remy stated with a nod as he moved and dropped heavily into the indicated seat, his body slouching forward unable to fully support itself as he threw a glance toward Helena. He knew exactly what she was doing, where she had been going with it and despite appreciation for the effort he was not inclined to let her take the fall, not one to run from the responsibility of his own actions. Unwilling to push them onto another.


He would take whatever punishment DD had to cook up and serve to him. . . or at least attempt to, and he made no move or mention to suggest alternatives. Overall he appeared to be calm and determined, even as fingers tapped upon one another beneath the table with the slow building of anxiety. Telling himself that as long as there was no time frame he would be fine, not wanting the girl beside him to witness his collapsing in total exhaustion.


"It's not from lack of trying," Mitchell muttered in response to the statement regarding student deaths. Wringing out his hands and drying them out before taking up his mug once more, wiping the base and the counter with a paper towel as Flynne continued. He was often surprised how those in his posistion previously had coped considering some of the cases that came through the double doors of the infirmary on a daily basis and that was before he even considered using his abilities; abilities which his predecessors had not possessed from what he could make out-, which he rarely did and he glanced at his hand.


He smiled slightly with his back turned to the room for a momment, observing the ivory skin of his hand against the dark cup as he recalled Carmen's comment and her appreciation for his effort, unable to help the smile growing wider as his eyes closed mommentarily, revelling. . . Then shaking his head, frcing response to her question.


"I would offer were it not for my position and having to remain on stand by." . Flynne's definition of 'excitement' could only mean more work on top of that which would no doubt pile up due to his classes.
 
When the snake rested its head on her shoulders Helena merely nuzzled it subconsciously with her cheek in a loving fashion. The first time she and the snake met they probably had quite a fighting match ended up with both of them sore and never really wanting to have one like it again. It also probably gave them a sort of bond or trust as well.


Then she head of the snake being pregnant she merely laughed a touch. “Lucky, at least one of us is getting some fun around here. Next time don’t forget the birth control.” She told it lightly before looking to DD. “You know, it may just be the males she’s snappy at, after all it is YOUR sex’s fault she’s like this. Probably played her and then moved on like most the bastards out there.”


She stood still allowing the snake to leave her without issues before pulling out the chair and flipping it backwards so that she could just straddle it. Her arms crossed on the back she rested her chin on them as if bored and figuring she was going to be there a long time. “I don’t know DD I think I was being WAY more than generous and you just spit it back in my face. Plus you seem to think it’s funny to stick me with a possible stalker.”


When she heard about Flynne teaching science she merely rolled her eyes. That’s just what she needed, her extra smart other half to get her favorite teacher in her favorite subject. “How about I come the full term when I can during science, I’ll both paint whatever the hell you want and watch the snake. You let the boy off the hook. No after school. Come now, you know keeping Janet away from Flynne will make us both smile in our own personal ways.”


What was more annoying is the boy just easily given up. What was his damage anyways? What stake did he really have in the matter over all? She couldn’t help subconsciously glance his way a touch more curious about him. “Hey DD, you know anything about this guy btw? He really is just someone I picked up and dragged along.”
 
Remy drifted in and out of focus as Helena conversed with the caretake before suddenly tensing, eyes flicking first to Helena who had pulled up a chair then up to the caretaker as she concluded her question, his body straightening up in slight apprehension. Mitchell had stated that all the files and information on him was confidential, though that only involved what went on in the infirmary, the stag had never stated exactly how he had made it into an infirmary bed every time. Indeed over the years Remy had conveniently stopped questioning it, and he hoped it was not the man before him. That in that time he had provided the caretaker with anything worth sharing, and he quickly intervened, not really keen to find out.


"I just get tired!" He stated slightly defensive before forcing calm, and he made an effort of sitting up straighter, looking more alert, even as his body protested as he repeated. "I'm tired."
 
Nirinae walked on campus with her bags, tentative but curious. It was her first year


here, and she didn't know where to go, how this school worked. But she walked


towards the dormitories. She got to the room she was told to go to and she


opened the door, not sure who her roommate would be.
 
"Apart from Dam thinking he tastes funny, not a damn thing."





DD would flash his grin as an idea popped into his head, a wicked little glint in his eyes. She was already trying to save the boy, he knew if she had it she might not abuse it. They did need competent people. It might even get Flynne's seal of approval of pure sadism towards students.





"I have a much better idea. The idea of punishment through promotion. Both of you, come with me. Don't make me make the snake carry you."





He would stand, walking to the door, sure they would follow if for no other reason that he had the temperament and the ability to make most of their lives miserable.





"You know how Janet has been trying for Dorm head to get a bit more prestige, Hela? I think between the pair of you, you might just have what it takes to keep everyone else in line. You, by, I don't know about, but I know this is one punishment that past years have slept through, myself included."





He would head towards the teacher's lounge, looking back to make sure they were following.


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Flynne shook his head.


"I can only go so far off campus before I start having problems. I volunteer the corpsestealer."


Of course he would volunteer other people. He did it often enough, usually when he felt something was beneath him. Besides, he didn't trust the students not to go nuts, like they did every year.


"What about all of the above. School triathlon. Physical event, mental event, practical event. Highest score of a group of two or three in each. Race or whatnot, I could easily come up with a general knowledge test. I mean quiz. Let the corpsestealer come up with the scavenger hunt, since he knows this place better than almost you do, Carmen."


Flynne shrugged. Made sense to him.


"He's also, and I never said this, almost worthwhile when it comes to giving students strange punishments as is. He'd be good to make their lives miserable."
 
Helena merely looked at Remy as if he had a few screw looks due to his comment. Always being tired had nothing to do with what they were talking about, at least in her eyes it didn’t. “Okay . . . well he’s a bit off topic and has a hard time paying attention?” She guessed just by the comment again, talking as if he might not even be there, even as she stared right at him trying to figure him out.


She missed the grin from DD or she would have been very worry. It was when he spoke and stood that she merely gave him a questioning look. Promotion huh? Sounds like a sick joke of sorts. “I won’t play janitor or do your dirty work DD we already discussed this. You tired and I thought we way past determined I wasn’t worth trying to force.” She stood never the less flipping the chair back around and putting it away.


When he spoke of dorm head for Janet, Helena merely sighed. No she didn’t know hell she knew Janet complained a lot about not being able to do as much stuff due to her. She hadn’t a clue dorm head was one of the many things; only for it to click and her eyes to go wide looking at DD annoyed. “Hell no, you know I have enough of an issue keeping myself in line . . . how do you expect me to keep others? Let the little bastards’ rebel all the more fun right?”


Carmen glanced to Flynne nodding even if he couldn’t see it. “That’s what I was saying; I think DD may like a small vacation even. Babysitting included or not. He needs to get out more and with that snake like it is . . . maybe a few days away from most the kids could help.”











A soft sigh left her lips as she wondered how much work it would be for Michi, to have Flynne as a science teacher again. “I need you to make me a list as well Doctor.” She said softly thinking over the terms in her head. “Organs, Body Parts, Equipment, Medicine, whatever you can think of that you might need to use within this school year. Just to be extra careful of course . . .” At that her eyes drifted once more to Flynne wishing she herself could help more. She could TRY to teach science or other stuff but in her state that was quite difficult and running and keeping an eye on the school kept her worn out enough as it was.
 
Pushing up from the chair and pushing it in with the strength of both arms, Remy in the process of following DD missed his footing a little at Helena's comment, placement forgotten as his eyes suddenly moved to focused wholly upon her in his confusion. His own mind had not quite caught up with their train of thought, stifled further by the interuption and his brow creased in confusion as it finally clicked.


Was this punishment inclusive of him? The 'pair; indicated Helena and another girl; Janet?-, though it sounded as though the punishment extended to him; or DD was at least thinking of doing so?-, and Remy's lips twitched upward in awkward amusement at the thought as he pointed lazily in Helena's direction.


". . . Me too?" He asked, his uncertainty evident in his tone as he looked back at DD, finger still extended. In their sleep? He did not know whether to smile, whether to laugh. "I don't think. . . Is it a joke?"


. . . . . . . .


"I can bring it to you in . . . " Mitchell trailed off thoughtfully, turning to glance at the clock above the sink before looking down at his watch, contemplating the pile of paper work waiting for him which he had yet to complete and that would only increase left unattended, and that was before the term had even begun. The joys. ". . . two, maybe three hours?"


He slipped up then, making the automatic and reflexive mistake of glancing inquisitively toward the headmistress. Not just noting her lips, those lips, but her eyes, his own widening at the sight akin to a deer caught in headlights, his body tensing immediate as he met them head on. His breath quickening as they travelled down to her lips, those lips, as he unconsciously drew in and wetted his own.


"Or i could, in, uhm . . " Clearing his throat, he forced himself to pull away after a long pause, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, palm hiding an increasingly reddening face and closing his eyes. Though the mental image of her remained. ". . . You could just come and see it, I could. . . we could, do it together. . . Or i could. . . ? I can do it, i'll do it. . . I'l fetch it. . . I don't. . . "


Clearing his throat once more, he took a deep breath counting several seconds in order to prevent further verbal vomit before finally announcing in interruption of himself as he enforced calm despite feeling anything but, his hand shaking at his side. "The triathlon! A triathlon. . . For once I agree with Flynne."
 
DD was smiling and whistling as he walked them to the lounge, a twinkle in his eyes as he patted his leg, letting the snake slide its sinuous body around him.





"You too. No joke. I don't have a lively sense of humor."





He just had a smile on his face as he opened the door to the lounge and gently pushing them both into the room. He was going to have fun with this one. When they were in he'd follow.





"For punishment, these two are going to be dorm heads. Anything that happens under their watch that they don't respond to quickly and easily under the dorm head rules of punishment, they'll have to answer for as well."





He moved, trailing cigarette smoke, settling back down on the window as the snake curled a little tighter around him. He stated it as fact. But then, he always did find most meetings pointless.





"This way two troublemakers will be able to understand what they put us teachers through. They get some respect and responsibility, and it might make them think twice about fighting me over graffiti."


Flynne was just opening his mouth to talk as DD entered and cut him off. Of course he just kept quiet while the man talked, before snorting a little. Of course he kept his jealous side back, as well as he could, and committed homicide a few times in his mind. One or two of them might actually work.


"I think that's a grand idea, after all, he was hired to give a different perspective."


DD blinked and looked over at Flynne, his eyes narrowing a little. He felt insulted, although that could just be because he was getting backed up by Flynne.
 
Helena was walking fine with DD annoyed that he really wasn’t answering back much. It was Remy that made her paused and look a bit taken a back when he kept pointing at her. Not sure if she should be insulted or just break his finger off for whatever the reason he was doing it. That goofy grin alone made her feel weird in her own way and she wasn’t sure how else to deal.


When he asked if it was him to, if it was a joke, Helena’s eyes narrowed as if in a deep warning. There was a slight hiss leaving her lips and she turned away trying to ignore the boy the best she could. He seemed nice; he probably wasn’t meaning harm or doing anything wrong. It was . . . just that side of her that liked to attack that liked to strike out taken over due to him making her feel weird at times.


She was too busy distracting herself to realize where DD had leaded them. It was his announcement that actually made her pale and glare at him. That was dirty . . . he did it in a way he couldn’t even compromise out of it. He didn’t even allow her to argue it over earlier. Then Flynne agreed and that was like rubbing salt in the wound. The only think to counter without going bat crazy on them all was her trying to lightly punch DD In the arm. “I hate you.” She said coldly to him afterwards. She wondered if him doing this meant war.


Carmen, she was beautiful sure but clueless since she grew up used to such reactions since she could remember. Even her ghost self had peopled admires or listens due to her being the headmistress. The stumbling lead her to believe he needed her help but perhaps was a tad too shy to ask for it. Of course she wasn’t able to open her mouth before DD came in announcing what she thought was a horrible idea. Then only for Flynne to back him up and she couldn’t help but to look at him like he lost a few screws.








“Does this mean Janet is stuck with the job as well? Do you realize . . . I . . .” She couldn’t turn DD down without insulting the students so instead she just grinded her teeth some. “Perhaps . . . this year . . . for a first time . . . we should have two heads per dorm.” It was a compromise of her own, but oh how DD managed to rub her wrong with this move. Her eyes narrowing on Flynne for helping him do it. “DD, you get to handle the winners of the games . . . and perhaps while you’re at it help find a new science teacher. We don’t want Flynne over burdened.” Yeah she was both given DD more work and warning Flynne in her own ways.





In a huff maybe of anger plus still needing to fix the issue with Mitch she would turn to him, that poor guy. “Seven tonight I’ll come and help you with whatever you need. If that works for you, it will give you time for your list and for me to double check things.” She was trying to fix that issue in case he was a bit unsettled. “As well as discuss anything you may be nervous about.” Course she was meaning the kids and Flynne teaching science, poor deer, the other stuff didn’t cross her mind.
 
Mitchell lowered his hand turning as the door to the lounge opened and Remy and another child, Helena he recognized, were jostled into the room, followed by DD who practically waltzed as though on song. He barely paid mind to the caretaker however, hearing his words and registering them subconciously at a distance.


Stumbling forward, Remy took several steps into the lounge as he righted himself, swallowing before picking up his courage and lifting his gaze to meet that of the owner of the shoes he found himself staring intently before glancing about at the rest of the room's occupants. Cringing slightly as they settled on Mitchell.


The nurse looked flushed, pale cheeks stained pink his eyes frivolous and excited though this was dulled quickly upon sighting Remy. Expression shifting quickly from suprise, to confusion and anger and shock as Mitchell glanced toward DD somewhat distractedly for the reasoning behind his presence. He frowned at the mention of grafitti, and dissappointment was mirrored there as he turned his head to face the child once more, eyes narrowing before rising in sympathy and Remy averted his gaze unsettled. Why of all the times did he have to be here?! He wasn't even a teacher!





Mitchell on his part opened and closed his mouth, debating on what he could say, there was nothing he could say, Remy had been caught red handed, as he waited for Carmen to refuse, his eyes flashing slightly in suprise turning to glance at her then turning entirely away though never leaving the Sandman's face as she relented to to DD's punishment. A smile slowly spreading his lips wide as he turned more fully to the sink, making busy of emptying the contents of his cup and washing it out to contain his exitement at her proposistion.


"Alright . . ." He responded trying to sound nonchalant.


Mitchell cleared his throat and Remy looked up in surprise to find anxiety etched upon his face, he was no longer here, his mind elsewhere, he had that concentrated look he often adopted when thinking something carefully through, and Remy's fists curled into balls at his side as he looked away at the ground.


"Fine." He said, anger evident in his tone.
 
DD took the punch to the arm with grace, looking at Helena with a twinkle in his eyes. He scratched his cheek, guarding it from the rest of the room, and for her alone he mouthed the words 'Play along.'





He stroked the serpent's head, scratching it gently as it headbutted him.





"Cool, paid vacay in the sun, surrounded by lovely fleshy meatsacks. I can't wait. I'll leave Damballah here to keep an eye on things for you. I think I know a part time alchemist who's looking for work, nice guy, even if he is a hexslinger."





A tetchy, pregnant snake who would refuse anyone else near it or to feed it. So it would hunt. He smiled out the window.


Flynne snorted back a laugh, changing it into a coughing fit as it all happened. It really wasn't often he stood up to Carmen, not to this level. Last time he'd lost the science department. He was more than amused.


"So, I'll run a general knowledge quiz, DD'll run the scavenger hunt, and who'll run the physical event? What will it even be? I mean that will also cover the three things we try to teach. Intelligence, cunning, and movement."


DD's ears perked up again and he nodded.





"I'll escort these two to their dorm rooms after the meeting, they can both go sit in the hall and wait until then. I think I can figure out a fun little scavenger hunt for them all."
 
Helena huffed as DD asked her to play along. Yeah going along with him this far got her INTO this situation. Cracking her knuckles, defeated for not but trying to plot a way of revenge. What confused her most of all was Remy’s and the nurse’s reaction. Slowly her wanting to punch things faded into more of a morbid curiosity.


She took in the Nurse’s behavior and how Remy reacted to it all. Did the nurse . . . have a crush? Was Remy jealous of such a crush? A small laugh left her lips as she lifted a hand quickly to try to cover and stop it from growing more. She had something she could at least pick on the kid some with. Perhaps finally found something that ruffled his feathers more. DD’s mentioned of having them sit in the hall merely made her roll her eyes as she bit back from commenting about maybe painting them while she was at it.


Without even being asked she took the clue to leave, finding a nice wall to side down against so that she was sitting on the floor outside. Waiting for her partner in crime to show . . . pondering what exactly to say to him or start with. So many possibilities . . . and then it hit her. The kid was obviously sickly right? Damn . . . had she messed up something between him and his favorite staff member or what not?


A growl and she would punch at the floor beside her. If someone had ruined things between her and the only one she semi got along with well . . . God how much he probably hated her now and she hadn’t even did anything yet to make him. Wincing only to find she damaged her hand by doing so. Probably parts of the floor as well.


Carmen glared daggers at DD and his words. “Take it as more of a punishment. You know the rules, no harming and such . . . and you’re snake is going with you.” She glanced to the reptile that obviously had no way of harming Carmen. “You know if you get too out of hand we can always find someone else to do your job.” Maybe it was a fair warning, maybe even a hint that he better keep those kids in line.





She waited a touch flustered for both of the kids to leave. It was only after she knew they were out of ear shot that she really went off. “What were you thinking? How dare you go about that in such a way? We’ve already had quite a few talks about Helena . . . and you probably don’t even know anything about Remy’s condition to suggest the boy for such a task.” She was far from happy. It didn’t help the slight bit of pain she suddenly felt and she would glare to the door. Already the child was destroying school property again. Sure it wasn’t on purpose but . . . Carmen wasn’t in a good mood so was best to just try to ignore it for now. DD she figured better fix it when he noticed it.


“I don’t want to undermine them, but don’t you think there are students out there that have earned the right, no, the privilege a tad more to be dorm heads? Instead you decide to toss in charge one of the biggest trouble makers this school has had for a good ten years or so. If we’re not lucky she may even gang/mafia the whole dorm in ways. And how are we going to help KEEP and make sure it isn’t done like that? Set someone else to watch as well. What sort of example are we setting to the other students by doing this?” A siren’s voice in anger can be quite harsh, lucky to most they only hear the echo’s of a ghost, not the screech of the woman.
 
It took Remy several moments to register that he had been dismissed, looking up at the sound of movement to watch Helena exit the room, his eyes flicking in the general direction of the headmistress' voice shifting about to look at the table, the air about it, even the cieling before finaly following Helena out, pausing briefly at the door to glance back at Mitchell. The Stag had turned once more to look at him, and as he caught his eye Mitchell's hardened and he nodded reassuringly causing Remy to flash a smile, eyes lowering nonetheless once more in shame before pulling the door closed behind him.


The momment the door closed Mitchell turned to face DD lips parting with the intake of breath though this was caught short as a hand few to his ear, body tensing startled as Carmen let rip. It was nothing in comparrisson to what the Banshee was capable, though it was startling enough initially nonetheless in it's pitch, carried on echo in the environment about him. He had never been one for the opera, though as his hand lowered and the suprise wavered he found himself mesmerised by the sounds this diva before him produced and it took him several momments to gather his bearings, glancing at the door automatic and expectant as she did.


"Remy is not entirely incapable, his grades are average at best though they do not make a person . . ." Mitchell announced simply, perhaps even somewhat defensively. It was not that he did not agree with Carmen, indeed he did, very much so, however to hear the words aloud from someone else, even this songbird. . . He shook his head, looking down brow furrowing. "He is a good boy, it is his physical body that let's him down. . . Asleep . . . "


"He could have a positive impact on the other students . . ." Mitchell shook his head, brows flicking up and arms folding across his front as he considered the possibilities, releasing a short breath of air. The realistation shocked even him, so used to the timid individual he dealt with so frequently that he rarely considered the one in his dreams. He smiled with fond amusement. ". . . or do a lot of damage."


Squatting next to Helena, Remy ran his finger over the broken tile as he looked at her hand uncertain of the approach he should take, and he was silent for a long moment as he shifted slowly to lean against the wall comfortably beside her, not quite sitting as he leant his head back and looked up out of the window opposite, listening to the muffled sounds of the headmistress' wrath, though unable to make out any of the words.


After a momment he brought his hands together on his knees, looking sidelong at Helena. "Have you been here long?"
 
DD sat back and let smoke breathe outside into the eaves of the building. He would smile a little as the kiddies left, and patted the snake on the head.





"No can do, not until this one pops. She considers the school her hunting grounds now. She's the dominant predator, no offence to Igor. She needs her comfortable surroundings around. So I'll be happy to go out, but she's got to stay."





A twinkle in his eyes as he went back to looking out the window, stroking his serpent.





"As for replacing me, you could, probably with a team of five people who can inspire the same shock and awe in the students that minimizes actual property damage. Also ones who won't do the job for what I get paid."





He sighed at about the same time as Carmen winced, although he wasn't actually looking for her, too much of a stress headache and no point in casting the spell to see her as he stood up and walked to the door, looking out and seeing the shattered tile, shaking his head a little. He'd felt the vibrations through the floor. He would reclose the door, except a crack, enough for the kids to hear.





"Hel is a good kid, her problem is that she's got very few people who thinks of her except as the other half of Janet. Whatshisname is a positive influence. Even the doctor agrees. He's not smart enough to run when Hel gave him a way out, which means he's either stupid, or so honorably loyal that she might learn from him."


Flynne sighed and shook his head. He had had trouble with Helena. It was no secret, he had banned her from his classes, and had, in fact, made a cage for her in his shop. He stood, beginning to pace the floor. He was itching to get back to the classroom, to finish airing it out.


"A few shocks of electricity should wake the boy up, a small portable generator, maybe. Maybe something that could inject some adrenalin into his system when he's passing out."


The dorm heads were picked, and he was just trying to figure out a stopgap solution to keep Helena from doing too much damage, thinking out loud.
 
Carmen couldn’t help but give a light sigh as the doctor spoke up for the child. She knew how much he looked after the boy, hell she knew most of what went on in the school. “I’m not saying anything against him . . . I’m more worried about him and how he may handle or if he can the job . . . but you know best when it comes to him I’m sure. DD tends to handle Helena the best . . . so I suppose I should just put my trust in you two. I still say we need another head, or someone over them besides . . .” Her eyes glared at DD some.








In truth though she knew this was a losing battle . . . they had points, she saw the idea and in a way it was growing on her. “Remy does need more social interaction . . . I don’t know how Helena will deal or if she will even do the job. But if she does . . . maybe it will help her focus the . . . well the side effect of that side of hers” She sighed again placing her head in her hands figuring most couldn’t see it anyways. God the stress of the situation alone was getting to her. “I just don’t want Remy as a head to be like Kibeth as a teacher . . . if he enforces through dreams that’s fine . . . but . . . please tell me you’ll help with him Mich if he does take on this task. I know its more work for you, but you’re the closes to him.”





There it was, they all won in her eyes. “I don’t doubt the method DD, I doubt how you forced and addressed it. A lot of good kids have been trying for that position and . . . I just hope this doesn’t bite us too badly in the end.”


Helena couldn’t even glance up to Remy at the moment. She didn’t want to see anger, to see hate or disappointment in someone who before now had the possibility of being a friend with her. It was only when he asked such an odd question that her glance lifted and she looked over to him like he had lost his mind. “What’s your damage? I just got here, same as you.” She frowned semi shifting her hurt hand to hide it a touch. “So . . . you just forgot everything that just happened? Or you are trying to use a cheap pickup line on me?”


She paused glancing up towards the teacher lounge when she could listen in some. A small smirk on her face, was this DD’s way of apologizing? Only for his words and for her to fall silence in embarrassment . . . Could Remy hear it all too . . . did it just prove how much a real loser she was to the boy. Hell, if he made a smart comment about it she swore to herself she would deck him hurt hand and him being sickly or not. Her eyes slowly glancing towards Remy with a questioning look . . . DD thought she had a lot to learn from him? That seemed amusing in its own way.


Then of course more talks of dreams and waking the boy up and her glance grew more and more curious. Who was this kid? After awhile she leaned in closer to Remy before whispering. “What exactly are you?” She knew Kibeth was a baku or in other words a dream eater, could Remy have been one as well?
 
"You will not touch him." Mitchell intoned as he drew himself up a hand on the counter, his avoidance of the Siren forgotten as the air about him seemed to shift, becoming thicker, more alive, hair stirring gently in a non existant breeze as his instinct to protect the particuar individual in question began to seep through to the surface.


There was no way of him telling if Flynne were being serious or not really, though he could not help but respond to the comment. The repercussions of such a thing would be far to severe to ignore or take lightly and he looked at Carmen. Swallowing the sudden lump, speaking slowly to ensure his concentration remained in tact, grip on the counter tightening. "He has displayed a capacity to remain awake on a number of occasions, a jolt guarantees nothing and will only damage the connection and serve to hinder the return to his own body. It is also dangerous to him and the target . . ."


He looked at Flynn. "The students are not guinea pigs."


With a sigh he looked down as the air settled. "Rest assured Carmen that I will maintain a close watch on Remy's progress and report immediately if I feel he is not coping. In regard to Helena, Janet is an exemplary student, it is as much reward for her as it is punishment for Helena perhaps balance can be found there between the two?."


. . . . . . . .


Remy startled at Helena's sudden proximity, he himself busy with overhearing the conversation on going in the lounge. He could feel the intensity of her gaze burning him and his face warmed under the pressure, looking away as he drew up a hand to his face, acting as a barrier between them. It was not that he was ashamed of his abilities, of what he was, but the side effects that came with it, how vunerabe they made him, and as he spoke it was anxious.





"I just visit people, when i'm asleep. . . to their dreams. . . That's all."
 
DD actually snorted and then started coughing on the cigarette smoke. He would look at the doctor and grinned, before looking to Flynne and shaking his head a little. He would lean back on the sill behind him. He had always wondered exactly what the start of a war looked like, and this one, well, it seemed that it was going to be a good one.





Or at least one that he was looking forward to cleaning up after.





Perhaps just a new coat of paint over whoever explodes.


Flynne would twitch and raise an eyebrow with a vulpine smile. First it was yet another male under Carmen's spell. God knows she had been a good friend when he was alive, and removing the annoyances from her life had resulted in a wonderful influx of spare parts.


"No, because people feel bad when guineapigs die during testing. Students just have parents who ***** a little."


Carmen knew that he had never actively tried to kill students. Lab accidents were bad enough and he did actually try to help students in his own way with a surprisingly good death to accident ratio.


Although the slightly burned corpse would narrow his eyes at the medical officer.


"Secondly, I don't experiment of students the way it seems you do, Mister Ethics. How do you know it won't work unless you've already tried it and failed?"
 
Then it continued and seemed to get worse, Flynne’s thoughts on helping triggering Mitch’s over protective nature. Did she REALLY need to step in here? Lucky for Mitch she was still trying to overcome the headache she felt coming on. Or well psychological headache since the dead didn’t really have stuff to feel. Her head was lowered and her hair draped about her face some as she tried to find a calm solution. “No Zapping . . . we can try coffee perhaps, but anything tried must be gained with the boy’s permission first.” That was the best compromise the both of them were going to get and she did have final say after all.








Slowly she lifted her head figuring that was that, and willing to rip apart anyone who tried to push the matter on how to handle the boy further. When Mitch spoke of Janet at least it was a nice change of pace. “True . . . she’s a shy one though, and I don’t see her bold or brave enough to stand up to others. I saw we name at least one more student to work with them as dorm heads. I would appreciate we focus on THAT now and leave any differences besides that till after we make this balance.”





Her eyes went to Mitch calmly before stating simply. “And please try to control your anger some . . . it . . . well . . .” she allowed it to drop with that. How was she going to say it tickled or made her feel funny or weird and keep the poor doctor safe at the same time.





Helena rolled her eyes as she heard the nurse being over protective of Remy frowning some. “You two gay or something together?” At his answer to her question she clenched her fist as if in warning only to wince at the pain and hide it again. “Stop playing games with me. The English teacher can visit dreams as well . . . you a Baku? Something else? I’m not smart like Janet . . . I can’t list all the ******* dream monsters off the top of my head. If you’re teasing me you best stop it right now and give it to me straight . . . I’m warning you.”
 
"I'm not a baku . . . he, he just teaches me, sometimes." Biting his lip, Remy picked at the collar of his shirt, fingers shaking and he pulled at his sleeve idly listening to the continued arguement within the lounge, grateful that Mthe Stag would step up for him, frustrated that he would. Would he have done the same if he knew he was in ear shot. Not to mention Flynn had a point and Remy frowned, glancing away. . . Only to find Helena again, watching him, irritation flaring. "Uhm . . . I'm, it's not really. . . "


"I'm the Sandman. . . " He continued trailing off into silence and he swallowed. His heart rate picked up as he tightened his fingers about his wrist holding himsef steady in a self comforting gesture, keeping eyes averted as he breathed out a sigh. It was the first time openly admitting what he was to another student. "Sa-, Sandman"


. . . . . . .


"It is common sense when considering the effects of electricity and the signals produced, I would have thought a scientist like yourself would understand."


Mitch's brow twitched in confusion as Carmen intervened and he looked down his arm, the digits closed about the counter before blushing a furious shade as he whipped the hand back. Anger immedietly overtaken by fluster as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Embarrassment and apology evident in his features as he pushed his hair back roughly with a hand. "Sorry"
 
A strange man entered the school, wearing a dapper suit, most likely Armani, and sporting a leather briefcase. He took long, purposeful strides to traverse the stone steps of the building. Once inside, he stopped. The sudden deceleration caused his bouncy blonde curls to shake under his stylish fedora. The man realized he had no idea which way to go to get to his destination. Apparently stuck, the man suddenly smiled. He took off his hat, closed his warm amber eyes for a few moments, smirked, put on his fedora, and continued on his way in a seemingly arbitrary direction. Yet, anyone who saw him would say that his gait indicated that he knew exactly where he was going. When the man arrived at the teachers' lounge, he burst into the room, disregarding any he saw on the way. "Hello all, I'm here... for the position of the history teacher. Sorry for the lateness, but I had some... history to finish up. Now, to whom must I speak to begin my employment?" He was met with a deafening silence. Then, he flashed a beautiful, but somehow terrifying smile. "By the way, I'm Zed, Zed Ryker. I'm an Angel... of Death."


However, far from the carefree and bouncy appearance of the his personality, Zed's head was filled with turmoil. He was an Angel of the Death who had "fallen" to Earth voluntarily. He'd lost his power to kill and transport souls with a touch. As his connection to Heaven grew weaker, he could feel a part of him being tugged away. He had gotten used to that feeling after the millenia he spent on Earth. The feeling he could never lose was the notion of solidarity and loneliness. Where ever he went, he couldn't become attached to people, because he would eventually have to move on. So, he put up a facade to protect himself. A bubbly, arrogant fool some called him. He accepted their judgement and continued on his way.


There had only ever been one being who had not shunned him. Of all the races, that being was a siren by the name of Carmen. She accepted his true nature, and when it was time to leave, she bid him adieu and showed neither remorse nor regret in housing him. She was the one ray of sunshine in an otherwise overcast life on Earth. He had moved on, began teaching history, the subject that fascinated him so much. Then, a few weeks ago, he heard of an opening at this school in the history instructor's position. He pounced on the opportunity, albeit half-heartedly, thinking he would have to leave after a semester. That assumption lead to the current situation. Zed believed that if he appeared shallow enough, the other teachers would stay out of his way, severing any would-be bonds.
 
Neru Vulpes walked through the halls of the school with his three tails dragging behind him. He was sleep walking, which wasn't unusual for him since he is asleep most of the time. Inside his subconscious, he was in the realm that he created. He can freely manipulate his "dream world" in any way that he wanted to. Right now, he was battling a dragon. He can make things interesting my setting some of the things he created on auto-control, which is what he did with the dragon. Even though he was asleep, he could wake himself up at any time if he wanted to. But because he is unaware that he is sleep walking, he doesn't see a reason to wake himself up. He continued walking through the halls has he dreamed.
 
Helen of course wasn’t about to let him out of this one. Her eyes firm only to get the answer in such a sigh manner and laugh patting his back semi roughly glad he got it out. “That’s a cool monster, one of the few that even the humans say good things about or call upon. Haven’t you ever heard that song they sing off and on about the Sandman?”


“At least you’re not a . . .” Her voice cut short at the arrival of him, and her eyes narrowed some as the adult who suddenly walked by. Knowing they were supposed to be quiet and slightly curious only to frown as he didn’t even seem to give them a second glance. The door open to where speaking with Remy wasn’t easy without the teachers finding out and they easily knew they could hear them in return. Troublesome boosting, lawyer want to be, was all she could think of that man.


Before Carmen could even mutter another word there Zed was. The fighting and arguments easily pushed aside due to his grand appearance and she couldn’t help laugh at it all. The change of atmosphere of surprised and his bold ways. She knew this man slightly having met him from time to time in his visits. It was probably even her suggestion for him to roam and get used to the world in his own way. Like all her staff, if she trusted them she allowed them to come and go as they pleased knowing they had their own lives of sorts.





“Mr. Ryker . . . that would be me.” She spoke calmly her eyes studying his look, so high yet elegant, typical of an angel in ways. “I would figure you would know that by now though.” Shaken her head with a smile, she wasn’t sure if this one would ever come back but the fact he did when she needed a history teacher warmed her heart in ways. It meant she still did manage to touch and help the lives of others. “We’re in the middle of discussing opening events for the school now though, but if you wish to join? As for the job . . . I am pretty sure I told you if you ever decide or found a need to return and wanted a job here I would do my best to find you one.”


 
*Appearing in a void of time, Senri was suddenly in the scene that was set at the front gates. Senri found itself looking at it as usual, trying to get the feeling it got in the past. The air around Senri didn't move as always, never having anything around Senri giving it a sound of life. Eyes dropped, the coldness of them stared at the obscured stoned ground that led around the lake that laid stagnant. Nothing occupying it's mind, Senri moved on with a rythym that came naturally to it. It was almost a second until Senri appeared the entrance, staring at the handle before opening it. Senri felt a uncomfortable feeling behind it but Senri shoved it off for it knew it was its imagination. As its fingers touched the chilled metal handle, it let itself inside with a pack of goosebumps all over it's arms up to its shoulders. Sweeping its eyes up, Senri found its sight laid on three tails.


(If anyone has trouble reading this because of the "it's" is being used instead of he/she, tell me. I can change it to he/she to make it a little bit easier.)
 
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